I really think of myself as the luckiest woman in the world. To begin with, I have a husband who I love very much. He treats me like an anal creampie queen. If any woman was ever put on a pedestal, I am that woman.
Don is very wealthy, but that is not why I married him. He is the most compassionate, caring, considerate man I have ever met. He never forgets a birthday or anniversary and always gives me anal creampie gifts that are “just perfect”. He doesn’t work full time, although he does a great deal of volunteer work and he spends a great deal of time handling his investment. Because he know how much my work means to me, he takes care of the house. He says he wants me to have quality time when I am home and time to spend with him. He does the cooking and is a gourmet cook. It is wonderful to walk in the house at night and smell dinner cooking and have a cocktail waiting for me. He does the cleaning, runs the errand, washes the dishes, he even does the laundry.
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If there is a flaw in our marriage it is the quality of our anal creampie sex life. It isn’t the frequency of sex that is the problem. We have sex two or three time a week and Don seems to enjoy it. The problem is twofold. First of all Don has a penis that is small, very small. That in itself is certainly something I could live with. Don is able to get an erection and obviously gets aroused when we are in bed. He is always very gentle (too gentle) and seems to love to suckle my breasts and finger my vagina. But when he starts to have sex and he enters me he ejaculates after one or two strokes. Believe it or not, I was a virgin when we were married. Unfortunately Don was not able to maintain an erection long enough to break my hymen, and I ended up having my gynecologist take my maidenhead with a swift stroke of her scalpel.
Carl is something else. He is a real piece of work. In many ways he is as inconsiderate, thoughtless and crude as you can get. Carl and I have worked together for several months. When other people are around he is very professional and very efficient. However, when we are alone, which occurs quite frequently, the air crackles with innuendo and double entendres. Carl will make comments about my boobs, my legs, my butt and anything else that comes to mind. He makes inquiries about my sex life and comments about the anal creampie sex he has with his wife. There is no question but what I could bring charges of sexual harassment if I were of a mind to do so. However, the fact remains that I enjoyed the repartee as much as he did, and I am sure I encourage his comments. He never actually touches me, but he insists that it is only going to be a matter of time before he “gives me anal creampie”.